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About Randers

So, I see her, leanin’ on some grimy lamppost, smokin’ a cig, skirt shorter than my tractor’s gearshift. I’m like, “Shagadelic!” She’s got this look, y’know, like she’s seen it all – pimps, johns, cops – and she’s still kickin’. Made me happy, man, ‘cause she’s a fighter, not takin’ no crap. But then, I got pissed, ‘cause some sleazy dude rolled up, actin’ all big, and I’m like, “Oh, behave!” – why’s she gotta deal with that?

So you want to book a sex worker?

‘Have you ever fallen for a client?’. Yes, yes and yes. That’s three times, in case it wasn’t already obvious. One of the things that I miss about sex work is the uncomplicated, unwritten rules of.

I’m not even gonna lie – sometimes the rainy days here get me steamed. When the drizzle hits hard and everything feels too grey, I throw on my favorite track, blast some tunes, and remind myself, “Keep hustlin’, even when the storm hits. It’s bad bitch o’clock, baby!” And ya know, that resilience? It’s fucked up beautiful.

Large falls in antisocial behaviour across Tonbridge and Malling